Compton's Most Wanted

( VERSE 1: MC Eiht ) Fresh off the streets from the underground Nick-named MC Eiht, black brother gets down Came to dazzle with the hip-hop funk To let em know (This is Compton) Now what's up, punk Westside rulin all world cause I dump And the city t

[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ] Yo, I got a word for a skee tryin to bust me All they gotta do is just give up that pussy Girls, save the drama, cause I know you're in heat Spread your legs and get ready for the Compton meat I'm a hound, cause the twat makes th

geah...wutup niggas the compton cyco is back In your shit for the nine-deuce And check this out My nigga Scarface is in the motherfuckin house And we bout to drop some gangsta shit MC Eiht: I guess its true what they say, when your too far gone aint

Yo, Eiht and Chill It's a rumour going around sayin Compton's Most Wanted ain't funky enough Like we can't cut it, or somethin like that Personally, I don't know where the rumour got started They must be waitin for the album to drop or somethin But a

(Intro: sample from Audio Two's Top Billin'): (You was jealous, it's all your fault) (What's up, punk?) (You was jealous, it's all your fault) (Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin') (You was jealous, it's all your fault) (Got beef? What a pity) (

Just like a prisoner, because I'm brown with some black skin A fugitive, running cause I just won't give in. And it's hard when it's black on black. Gotta blast another brother trying to scheme on my stack. For me to be a busta, oh no. Police is hunt

(straight Jacking) X4 (grab the nine with the hollow point tip) X2 (It goes 1..2..3..) I'm giving up nuthing. No maybe on your shit boy, I'm scheming. I'm solo, numero uno, the Eiht's fiending. Just to get my hands on your goods. Give me the slip boy

It's the city of jackers, swindlers, pimps and hoes, and niggas that bang and slang in kilo's. Where the rule is 'fool we don't play that' Bomb to your mutherfucking lip, watch it get fat. 4 deep in a car on a mission. Load up the glock and watch it

Kniggety-Knock, Kniggety Knock, knock, knock, punk guess who's back, geah its that Compton Nigga. How'd you figure? That I'd give your ass the first jump, Sorry fool, The Eiht dont sleep chump. Some want me to stop with the violence. Some say, take a

Word Bet This beat is like funky Youknowmsayin? Who put this beat together, man? Yo, that's the DJ Unknown What, Unknown? Niggas didn't think he was capable of somethin They don't we got somethin for it Yeah, man, I wrote some funky lyrics to this Al

Scratching Suckas, pack up your shit, And all your bunk DJ equipment. Your ass is 187 when my boy is bent. So be prepared to be measured for a coffin. Your fucked up, wick wack scratch is kinda soft and faggots, please I dont think you can tag this.

I got another gang story to tell .Peep, about how a black nigga was born in hell. And right then and there it's no hope cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope.Damn! And when its black on black, that makes it shitty.Can't survive in the Com